I Will But Confess The Sins Of

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?

Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery Of Mysteries!

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.

Breathes There The Man With Soul So Dead, Who Never To Himself Hath Said, This Is My Own, My Native Land.

In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves The Most Is Always Most Willing To Acknowledge The Greater Fault.